Truth is a Toy

Sometimes it’s over long before you know it.
The tears just flow down really late.
It stands before you like the Truth,
Ugly, pure, simple and brutal.
Do you want to believe it?
Do you want to kick it away?

I remember a toy, a strong base, an air balloon,
On pushing it goes behind but
Comes back to where it was;
Mocks your power, until you give in.

The truth doesn’t change.
Thoughts do.
Sometimes, long before you know it.